Tagged "excerpts"

Urge

Doggone it! I need to write a sonnet that impresses my teacher to no end. She’d rather I reflect upon it instead of partying all night with friends. But I want to live life to the fullest and dance like there isn’t a tomorrow. I want to dress in all of my finest and find another poem to borrow. Yet, I’m to pretend that I am Shakespeare and pen an ode to my undying love. But I would rather drink this ice cold beer than write of twinkling stars high above. So, as I’m at a loss for words to write I’ll compose a sonnet tomorrow night.

By Hyacinth Andersen5 years ago in Poets

The scales of the law of destiny

There were two men: one rich and frail; the other poor and strong. 　　The two men envied each other. The rich man envied the poor man's health, and the poor man envied the rich man's wealth. Even the rich man would give all his wealth for the poor man's health; the poor man would give his health for the rich man's wealth.

By Lynn5 years ago in Poets

Years of Insight

A vicissitudes, a goodbye, a sense of life, is the years longitudinal, but also relentless goodbye, life is always not as good as it should be, there are also too many unnecessary.

By Diantha5 years ago in Poets

Kingdom of Heart

Mind’s racing. Thoughts of wanting & reassurance. My heart so sure now so unsure. I’m reminded the reality of what is. Not feeling like the rest but unable to fall in line. Cant break free but afraid it leads to loneliness. Given a taste of what it really feels like. Don’t want to give it away, don’t want to mess things up. Stopped from going all the way but unaware of me going too far.

By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets

The Hollow Men By T.S Elliot

“That is the way the world ends/ not with a bang but with a whimper.” This is the ending of T.S Elliot’s poem, The Hollow Men. It’s funny. This poem only goes out with a whimper in the very literal sense that it is what’s written on the page. This poem goes out with a bang because of the feelings of overwhelming sadness it leaves behind, and that is what makes this line all the more depressing. It is the world that is going out with a whimper, a small sound of complaint not to be remembered or given any credence, and you realize that the world will go out like this because you will go out like this.

By kathryn Tippetts5 years ago in Poets

The Empty House

The house was empty. The house was empty. She had made sure of that. The rest of the family was gone for the night. She had put the animals in their kennels for the night.

By Abby Siegel5 years ago in Poets

Beer Sleep

Nothing Left To Take I held myself so tight I watched myself fight I know I’m alone And I don’t owe anyone anything

By Christopher Ferreira5 years ago in Poets

Courage in the Teeth of Death

Greek Muse poem by jd glasscock in moments, in slips of sand burned sharp, fear was a beast cutting bone.......heavy, weighted, breaking limbs and courage, heart losing beats, but her eyes, her eyes, signs, rhythms tapping veins, so beautiful.....warm........wondrous, .her arms, haven, thighs, home.......in her step, fear lost teeth, hunger, in her soul, there was only love

By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Poets

darkness in my universe.

The more I sleep, the more I think of you, so much so that I am going to dedicate each verse of this book to you. I'm going to create a universe of emotions so that, if you ever see it, you will be the first astronaut to reach this unknown area of the universe. I'm not trying to pretend any more than you've already seen, it's just that every time we speak my words fade so I made a plan. I will express my feelings eternally in these texts, I plan to print them and put them inside a bottle with my name, so that when you break it you will feel the sound of my heart that sound that caused your departure. Even in my silences I hear voices that tell me about you. They describe the consequences of my loneliness and a rigged figure of you by my side. I'm still locked in my space There is no way out of this universe that was created thanks to the explosion of my soul when I saw how your silhouette vanished from my room in the shadows. I still don't understand what the reason was, if our galaxy is so big, why did our system have to be so close to the hole?

By Manuel Encarnacion5 years ago in Poets

My Poetry

This is a collection of my own poems that I wrote back when as a child and as an adult. The title that I think I want to use is 'Poems of Childhood and other Times'.

By Mark Graham5 years ago in Poets

Porcelin Divinity and other musings

Porcelin Divinity Poem by JD Glasscock a girl raised on gypsy dreams -- in the shadows of make believe.....where everything is a fulcrum of need....and in her youth she traipsed upon could bes and hope bottled in oval glass spreading it's possibilities in grains of sand....and years etched themselves upon bones of pervasive time and little girl skirt moments of innocent frivolity drifting into slow hip dances in the proclivity of provocative aspirants of love's doting rememberence....oh yes -- she started noticing the eyes of boys flirting with the curves expounding upon the growth of her road....

By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Poets

Thirty Seconds

I saw what was unfolding. I saw our car continue into the intersection, and the fast approaching date we had with the car in the through street. I saw the headlights, and I saw our early reactions, but the sound came later. Time stopped. Twenty-eight seconds left.

By Christine Hollermann5 years ago in Poets